"You'd better forget me; I'm a hoodoo, Cory; nobody is ever in luck when I'm around.

I make everybody miserable." "I was never really happy till you come," she softly replied.
"There are a lot of better men than I am jest a-hone'in to marry you," he interrupted her to say.
"I don't want them--I don't want anybody but you, and now you go off and leave me----" The situation was beyond any subtlety of the man, and he sat in silence while she wept.

When he could command himself he said: "I'm mighty sorry, Cory, but I reckon the best way out of it is to just take myself off in the hills where I can't interfere with any one's fun but my own.

Seems to me I'm fated to make trouble all along the line, and I'm going to pull out where there's nobody but wolves and grizzlies, and fight it out with them." She was filled with a new terror: "What do you mean?
I don't believe you intend to come back at all!" She looked at him piteously, the tears on her cheeks.
"Oh, yes, I'll round the circle some time." She flung herself down on the chair arm and sobbed unrestrainedly.
"Don't go--please!" Mose felt a sudden touch of the same disgust which came upon him in the presence of his father's enforcing affection.

He arose.